Chapter 6

FFS Anderson can you get anything right?

Walking into the control room, John noticed that there was almost no-one there.

"Where is everyone?" He asked Molly, as Anderson was sulking in a corner and didn't look as though he really wanted to talk to anyone at the moment.

"Erm... most of the workers have already left the island because of the storm. Jim we don't know. We can't find him anywhere and it- it looks like he might have done something to the park."

"What do you mean?" How could Jim have done anything? He was about as pernicious as a partly boiled turnip!

"He's left a message on his computer, it-" Her eyes were red, and she certainly sounded as though she was about to cry, "It looks like he's done something to park security. I- I don't understand why he would-"

"Molly! Where are the others?"

"What? They're not with you?"

"No, I- Where are they?"

"They- the car stopped outside the T-Rex pen, but I assumed since you were here, that you'd all walked back together..." She was starting to look worried.

"No, I left earlier... Anderson, have you got anyone who can go and look for them?"

"No. Like Molly said, everyone's gone. There's only us. We were supposed to be getting on the last boat but you didn't get back in time so we have to stay till the storm clears and we can order a helicopter."

"Oh Geez- Okay, look, do you have a car I can use? I'll go out and pick them up and you guys can stay here and try and sort out this computer situation."

"Yeah, here." He passed John a set of keys. "It's for the Jeep left out front. Make sure you get Sebastian and Dr Sawyer. If anything happens to them that's my endorsements down the drain."

John frowned. That was the only reason? "And Sherlock too, of course."

Anderson waved his comment off, turning back to what he was doing, not even bothering to look at him. "Yeah, sure, him too I guess."

"Fine." And the Doctor stormed out.

Right about as Moriarty was boarding the last boat under the guise of Jim from IT and with a bag full of embryos, John was pulling up outside the T-Rex enclosure.

The tracks had made it fairly easy to find, but he could hardly recognize it when he got there. The car was the only reason that he knew he definitely had the right place.

The whole place looked... well it looked like a giant monster had ripped through the fence, rolled over the car and destroyed the hut.

He couldn't see any of them. Any footprints had been washed away by the rain, which was only now starting to slow down.

"Sean? Sherlock? Sebastian!"

There was a quiet moan from the direction of the hut and he raced over. There was blood everywhere and his blood went cold. Was Sean hurt?

"Hello?" The moan came back again, a little louder this time.

Digging through the straw he found a black suited leg, then the rest of Sherlock, and he sighed in relief briefly, before checking Sherlock's pulse and checking his neck for any damage.

When he was sure that the man was fine, only unconscious, he rolled him over and slapped him in the face.

"Sherlock! Wake up!"

"Dij, did you juss, just slap me in the face? You- you're meant to be... be a doctor! Where's your bedside manner?"

He seemed to be coming back to it a bit now at least, John breathed. "Sherlock, it's not safe, we need to leave, which means I need you to stand up, I don't think I can carry you. But first I need to know where the others are."

"S-Sebastian and Sean?" John nodded. "Sebastian was in here," He gestured at the meager remains of the toilet block, "lots of blood, I heard a scream, I'm pretty sure he's dead. Sean ran off into the trees after the idiot got the monster to notice us."

"What? He just left you here?" John was shocked. How could Sean have just left the others here to die?

"Well, there wasn't much he could really do, I suppose," Suggested Sherlock, though he sounded more as though he were stating an idle fact that he had noticed rather than making excuses for Sean, after all, even John had noticed that they hadn't seemed to get on. Besides, people didn't usually say, 'Oh, yeah, he left me here to die, but it's all fine! No hard feelings!'

He wasn't really sure what to say, so instead he just picked Sherlock up off the floor and half dragged him over to the waiting Jeep.

There was a loud thumping noise, and it was getting faster. 'That's probably not a good sound...' John thought.

As it turns out, it wasn't. Right as John had jumped into the driver's seat a huge grey shape burst out from the trees. "Fuck fuck FUCK!" T-Rex was back.

He slammed down the pedal and the wheels spun slightly before the car took off.

"Too slow! Too SLOW!" Yelled Sherlock from the back where he was looking right at the giant chasing them.

"You're not helping!"

Gradually they began to pull away and the Tyrannosaur slowed down before stopping.

"You're going back to the center?" Asked Sherlock when their hearts had slowed down a little.

"Of course. You could have a pretty bad concussion. I need to take you back to a safe place so I can check you out before I go back out to look for Sean."

Nothing more was said, but Sherlock felt oddly touched by this.

John obviously wasn't very happy at the moment, but he didn't think that he was annoyed at him at all. In fact he could tell from the way his muscles were gradually loosening that he was relieved that he had found at least Sherlock safe and alive.

In fact, John seemed to genuinely care about him. How... odd. He didn't have any obligation towards Sherlock, he had only known him for less than a full day... It was unusual. The only people who really cared about him were Mycroft, Mummy, and Lestrade to a point, but John... wasn't related to him, and he didn't need him for anything...

Even weirder, he and John seemed to get on. As in the man actually seemed to enjoy his company; find him funny. Now, that, was definitely not something that usually happened to him. In fact, he wasn't sure that it had ever happened to him...

When they get back to the center, the adrenaline was starting to wear off and his head wound was kicking in again. By the time they had gotten back to the control room, Molly had cooed over him and John had bandaged up his head, he had fallen asleep in his chair.

It was odd, he felt safe, and happy. More than he had in a very long time, in fact. It was... pleasant.

As John watched the mad man sleep, he couldn't help but feel that he looked totally different to when he was awake. Almost sweet. Almost. But certainly a lot less offensive.

He couldn't help but like Sherlock. He was definitely odd, but... well, John had been told his whole life that he was weird, so he could hardly criticize the man for that. He was interesting, and surprisingly funny.

He also seemed almost, lonely? It didn't seem to really bother him though. Perhaps he had not even noticed. From the way he had reacted when talking to John, it seemed like it wasn't very often that he met other people that he actually could tolerate, let alone could tolerate him.

While it certainly wasn't the only thing John likes, he couldn't deny to himself that Sherlock was also very good looking.

He started to feel guilty then. He shouldn't be thinking about people like that, he had a boyfriend. Particularly when said boyfriend was missing.

He allowed himself a few more seconds before pulling his gaze away.